Thos Maher writes poetry occasionally.
He was born in Dublin .Now he lives in Celbridge County Kildare.
Two poems by Thos Maher
Without Wings
he seems to have lost all reason
jigging on the road,
from the other side
he cuts across to catch us
between the moving cars,
one can see it all up here
this Houdini act.
watching him down there
in the corner of my eye
he is not going to make it,
the Bozo on the road
is in the thick of it
cooped among the zooming cars
as the bus escapes.
The Grey Heron
in the shallow water
there sweeps a cold wind
a lone heron hangs out
and boldly stalks a fish,
or an eel maybe
it feels that is there,
then with startling speed
it pricks it’s prey.
Death – so sudden
but winter has come.
Still, when all is done
and happy with it’s lot
this gaunt bird
arches it’s wings
and is silently away.
The Galway Review 